Synopsis
[Tsundere, green-tea, cold-faced yet adorable flower-demon junior sister x unruly, secretly flirtatious, black-bellied sword cultivator senior brother]
Tang Xian's greatest wish in life was to drag the Taiyou Sword Venerable off his pedestal.
In plain terms, she wanted to sleep with him.
Demons and cultivators were born enemies.
When Tang Xian was the Demon Lord, that elegant, moonlike Sword Venerable was always getting in her way.
It infuriated her. Her competitive streak took over, and she could think of nothing else.
Unfortunately, before she could climb into his bed, she climbed into a coffin.
Tang Xian died, and she was convinced Xie Yanshu had killed her.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to two hundred years earlier and become the young Sword Venerable's junior sister.
The junior sister was useless. She couldn't draw her sword, couldn't make pills, and wasted three more bowls of the sect's spirit rice than anyone else.
Tang Xian was happy to play the freeloader, sharpening her knife in secret as she planned to eliminate him and wipe out his entire clan.
But before wiping out his clan, she first wanted to fulfill the wish she'd carried over from her past life.
That night, Tang Xian pressed a knife to Xie Yanshu's neck. "Sleep with me, or I'll kill you."
The young man leaned lazily against the headboard and looked down at the junior sister sitting on top of him. Then he suddenly smiled. "Sure."
Who could have guessed that the future Sword Venerable, revered by all, had been a bad-tempered, promiscuous idiot when he was young?
They said Xie Yanshu had more than three hundred cultivation partners, never the same ones twice in a year.
Tang Xian was out of luck. She didn't get to sleep with him. Instead, she somehow triggered a curse left behind by one of his former partners, binding them together so they would live and die as one.
Tang Xian expressionlessly put her knife away.
Xie Yanshu had shrugged his outer robe halfway off and watched her with interest. "Still want to sleep together?"
"...Shut up."
*
Xie Yanshu was born into a family of demon hunters, a brilliant prodigy blessed with extraordinary talent.
Yet he fell in love with a Tang blossom demon, and it was a shameful thing.
The flower demon pretended to be his junior sister. She looked fierce, and she really was fierce.
She liked to boss him around from on high, but when she was wronged, she would squeeze out a couple of tears and call him "Senior Brother" in a pitiful voice.
As the only person who had seen through her disguise, Xie Yanshu took endless delight in playing along, willingly joining her little act.
*
The day the demon army laid siege, everyone in the sect was ashen-faced, and even the sect leader had started writing his will.
Tang Xian sighed and walked to the front of the formation.
The Demon King on the other side stiffened, his voice trembling. "...Boss?"
The whole sect: ???
Tang Xian didn't bat an eye. "You've got the wrong person."
The Demon King: "..."
Xie Yanshu stood behind her, still wearing that carefree smile.
As Tang Xian wondered which eye she should cry from first to keep him from getting suspicious, Xie Yanshu's voice sounded behind her, neither loud nor soft.
"I knew it."
"My junior sister isn't useless."
*
When Tang Xian began to care about Xie Yanshu and his three hundred former partners, she thought she must be going crazy.
She refused to believe it and blamed everything on her competitive streak.
So she dragged Xie Yanshu into a spiral of desire.
She still didn't win. Instead, she lost herself.
Later, disaster struck. Tang Xian sacrificed herself to the sword, using her demon core to tear apart their life-and-death pact and help him become the Sword Venerable.
To save her, Xie Yanshu ground his bones and blood to dust, willing to use the curse to guide her into reincarnation.
Two hundred years later, Tang Xian's soul was restored, and flowers bloomed throughout the world.
Xie Yanshu watched her grow day by day, returning to the person he remembered, and was content.
But it seemed she remembered nothing of the past.
When he saw Tang Xian again, she was the Demon Lord.
She barged into the Sword Sect alone, her gaze clear and brazen. "Let's fight. If you lose, you have to cultivate as my partner."
Xie Yanshu fell silent, then decisively dropped his sword and bowed in submission. "You win."
Reading Guide:
1. Pure love, one-on-one, happy ending.
2. The three hundred partners are a rumor. The male lead has kept himself chaste.
3. The heroine is the same person before and after she is reborn. There is no transmigration into someone else's body.
4. Many original settings.
5. A time loop similar to a Mobius strip.
6. Saved on 5/14.
Theme: Break free of your cocoon and live toward the sun.
